In my life I have lived many different lives. In these lives I've lived I have met people of many minds, different kinds.
  I've met people of the good kind, I've met people of the bad kind.
  I've met people of the "tall" kind, I've met people of the "short" kind.  I've sat with people of the nice kind, and people of the not so nice kind; people of the "laxed" kind, and people "tight" kind, people of the "big" and "small" kind.
  Of all these kinds, none compare to to one so fair, this kind is rare.
  I've known people of the "sweet" kind, and those of the "sour" kind.  Talked with those of the "high" kind, and helped those of the "low" kind.  I've had times with those of the "up" kind, and been there for those of the "down" kind.
  I've traded ideals with the creative kind.  I've worked with the athletic kind, and I've shared and learned from the smart and wise kinds.
  I've met narrow kinds, wide kinds, stubborn kinds, charming kinds, angery kinds, dark kinds, light kinds, honest kinds, lying kinds, sarcastic kinds, fun kinds, fast kinds, slow kinds, loving kinds, so many kinds! All different minds.
  I befriended many, but still I do not think there are any who compare, to one so rare.
You see This kind, is a kind of its own.  for you my dear, are one of a kind.

I will readily be the first to admit
I heavily romanticize the **** out of life
It’s not that I don’t separate fact from fiction
But if I can find something that is beautiful in both
Then I know I have found something truly wonderful
Give me a movie moment and, for the time being, I’ll know that I’m doing okay
I’ll know everything is going to be alright
So give me summer nights
Let us run out the doors of a pizza place past midnight and drive
Standing up, top down in a convertible jeep around the back roads of a small town
Sticky stage makeup streaked by sticky wind
Overly gelled hair windswept into Picasso shapes
Let’s notice how the stars spin when you look directly upwards
And feel the swaying balance in your feet, as the air plays louder than the music
Hold out your arms like
Titanic
The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Superman
Hooking my ribcage forward over the top of the windshield so I can let my hands explore the sky
Reaching to touch low-hanging branches that are never quite near enough
Leaning bent back against the railing
And singing mismatched lyrics to whatever song I can’t quite hear
Since I’m holding my head farther above the world than usual
Standing straight and tall and
Let’s appreciate the way the laws of physics keep us from falling but not from tipping
So we’re always just on the edge of cautious
Slightly alert
But mostly lost in the magic of being
Young and free
Past midnight on the empty streets of a small town
With fireflies spinning past like low-hanging stars
And a summer breeze intensified into enveloping all five senses
Let’s forget about responsibilities and forgive the people we’re running away from
Even if just for the moment
Give me the rush of this moonlit escape
And memories that could fit with pretty soundtracks and rolling credits
Let headlights be our guide and the radio be our leader
For one night the tears in our eyes are going to be from the sting of speed
Not the empty hours of another sleepless night
For one night we are going to reach out for a hand
And actually end up holding tight to each other as we race through the darkness
Four heartbeats and a loud engine
All drowned out by a summer night being lived as it’s meant to be lived
Standing up, top down in a convertible jeep around the back roads of a small town
And romanticizing the ever living **** out of the movie moments in life

i have found what you are like
the rain,

            (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
                                  with thinned

newfragile yellows

                      lurch and.press

—in the woods
                      which
                              stutter
                                        and

                                              sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
                  your kiss

I am learning to understand rather than immediately judge or to be judged.  I cannot blindly follow the crowd and accept their approach.
  I will not allow myself to indulge in the usual manipulating game of role creation.
Fortunately for me, my self-knowledge has transcended that and I have come to understand that life is best to be lived and not to be conceptualized.
  I am happy because I am growing daily and and I am honestly not knowing where the limit lies. To be certain, everyday there can be a revelation or a new discovery.  I treasure the memory of the past misfortunes.  It has just added more to my bank of fortitude.

In my life, I have lived many different lives.  In these lives I've lived, I've met many kinds, all different kinds.
I've met people of the "good" kind, I've met people of the "bad" kind.
I've seen people of the tall kind, and people of the short kind.  
I've sat with those who could be said to be of the "nice" kind, and those of the.. Well let's just say "not so nice kind"; people of the " laxed" kind, people of the "tight" kind, and people of the "big" and "small" kind.
  Of all these kinds, I dare not compare, for each kind is its own kind of rare.
I've known those people of the "sweet" kind, and those of the "sour" kind.  Talked with those of the "high" kind, helped those of the low kind.  I've had some times with those of the "up" kind, and been there for those of the "down" kind.
  I've traded ideals with creative kinds, I've worked with the athletic kind, and I've shared and learned from the smart and wise kinds.  
  I've seen the strong kind fall and helped back up by the caring kind, I've seen the strength in the loving kind, I've seen on kind change to another kind, one kind grow to become several kinds, and several kinds merged to become one kind.
I've met narrow kinds, wide kinds, stubborn kinds, anger kinds, dark kinds, light kinds, lying kind, honest kinds, pale kinds, annoying kinds, helpful kinds, pretty kinds, so many kinds! All different minds.
  I've befriended many, still I don't think I should compare, that just wouldn't be fair, each kind is rare.  
  Each kind is a kind of its own, special, one of a kind.  You see my friend, every kind; is one of a kind.

Do I say something, or do I just let my thoughts sit?  Do I express myself, or do I just let this that goes through my head pass?
These things that go through my head, are they thoughts, are they feelings, what is the difference?
Do I tell this one what is going through my head, or do I leave them be?  If I speak what will happen, will this person listen, what does it matter?
Will this person enjoy the conversation that may follow, will I say the right things, will I make them smile, will they wish to speak again??
Will it matter to them them if we speak again, will they think of me if we do not?  Was I momentary amusement, am I someone they will continue to smile to, does this person like me or not!!?
These contents of these things that go through my head, they are a prison, and they need to stop. For the answer to the contents of these things that go through my head are unknown, that is just part of life.
All I need is to have faith in myself, and I will do just fine.  Just keep your head up, and mind out of this prison.